Night Bouquet

Not just in wonderland

micro & macro

 

Dangling heart

Not quite ready

and do you still have dreams?

she asked, and waited

for the answer. i hesitated

before responding, watching clouds burn

above a swath of horizon

i wanted to know too

ask the trees

ask the trees
if they are any more
without the sun
or without the air
or without the water

ask the water
who it would be
without the clouds
and without the conifers

say those things:
how could you ask us
this question?

at the end, say they
we are who we are
because we are each other

and this connection
millennia in a mirror,
the conference of sun,
trees, moon, and cloud wandering
is beyond
explanation

beautiful, you say.
beautiful.

on the ground

together again

with old lovers,

with new friends